The High School Games
by Katara Macken
Summary: Just… I paused, play it safe in the Games 'kay Cato? I whispered. Cato and Clove, two students at Alexander Mackenzie Secondary School, find themselves thrown into a brutal experiment, that will change their lives forever. T for the events
1. Chapter 1

The gym stank slightly of sweat, and my leg throbbed from kicking the wooden pole. Somewhere in the gym, someone grunted as they fell to a fight mat. I was aware of a pair of eyes watching me. their intense gaze came from the balcony above. Of course, that's where all the VIPs watch us. I swiped the sweat from my brow with the corner of my t-shirt.

As I began punching the wood, I saw an instructor come by. `Clove. I need to see you later, after practice.`

Then he wheeled away and let me continue my jabs. But I wasn't concentrating anymore. Anyone who was called like that was soon to be stripped from the league. We were the elite fighters of Alexander Mackenzie Secondary School, and prided ourselves as some of the greatest competitors in all of the US. My usually perfected knife skills weren't as sharp either. I put on my jacket, and flipped up the collar, then entered the balcony.

A man from `Scientists and Statisticians of the School Board (SSSB)`, a terribly corrupted group that ran education in NYC, stood dressed in a black suit, his slick crew cut and tall, muscular frame adding to the fear factor. Tom Ross, my trainer, stood beside the man. He had a grim face plastered on his face, his hands clinched together, like whenever he was worried, anxious, or stressed. This wasn't good.

`Clove, this is Mr. McLin. McLin, my best female fighter.`

McLin looked me over. `What grade is she in?`

`8` I butt in.

`So young?` He pressed. Yes. I was the youngest in the Elites. The youngest at 14 years old, the shortest at 5'4.

Ross nodded. `Yep. She's the greatest though, she can hold her own for over 20 minutes in a fight with the greatest male fighter here in Mackenzie.`

McLin cocked his head to the side. `Who's that?`

`Cato Claybourn, my boyfriend, sir.` I said, just as Cato entered the balcony.

`Hey, who started the party without me?` Then he noticed the tight faces. `Oh. Sorry.`

I grimaced. `Mr. McLin, what are you even doing here?` I asked warily.

McLin smiled somewhat twistedly. `The SSSB is conducting research on high school student's survival skills. We're taking the top fighters in each high school, put them in an arena with weapons, and of all the students, either a boy and a girl from the same school, or only one student, comes out alive.`

I gave him a look of bitter hatred. `You took this from the Hunger Games didn't you?` I growled.

`Yes.` He smirked, `Except we call it `The High School Games`.` I was shaking in fury now.

Cato's hand found its way to my shoulder. `Easy girl, easy. We can do this. We'll make it out alive. We're Elites.`

I nodded, straightened up, and pulled back my ponytail. `Alright sir. I believe this is mandatory, correct?`

McLin smiled an evil smile. `Correct. Mandatory.`

I grimaced at the thought, fingering one of the knives in my jacket. Mandatory. Damn.

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Training went on as usual, except that ours was more vigorous, more intense. I would come back into the gym and train at night. And on the third night, Cato came. I had been kicking, throwing punches, and body checking a plank of wood when Cato slid up from the shadows. In an instant, I had a knife in my hand, looking straight at the silhouette.

`You trying to kill me, butcherbird?`

Only one person ever called me that. Cato. I threw the knife into the wall behind him. He didn't flinch. `You've got to stop doing that to me, Cato.` I studied my calloused hands. `The fricking lights are off, I'm not sure if I'm even allowed to be in here, then you just slide up to me like that…` I shook my head, `Just…` I paused, `play it safe in the Games 'kay Cato?` I whispered the last phrase.

He took his finger and put it under my chin, lifting it. `It's a harsh world, Clove. If you want to survive, you need to take risks, and break rules.`

Deep down, I knew it was true. `But promise me we'll win together alright? Not one of us, not neither, both of us. Promise?`

Cato nodded slowly. `Promise.`

I let my lips for a smile. And before I knew it, his were on mine. We held each other tight, doing drunk from each other's scent, oblivious to everything but each other. I finally pulled away. My breathing was ragged, my heart pounding. Something stirred inside of me.

I buried my head deep into his chest. `I love you, Cato.` I purred. Slipping on my jacket, I headed to the door. `See you in the morning?`

`Yeah.`

I smirked, winked, then went home. The next day, Cato acted like nothing had happened, but every night after that, we trained together. Time flew too quickly, and soon, were taken off to the arena.

In the car, I turned and whispered to Cato: `I'm too young to die.`

He covered my hand with his. `It's alright. We'll be alright.`

`No. Cato. I'm scared. Seriously, for the first time in my life, I'm scared.` I look at him in the eye, `I'm a human, Cato, not a killing machine. I may be able to purge the arena of the other students, but I won't be able to purge my conscious for murdering all those teenagers.`

Cato tutted. `We're not murdering, we're surviving. Be strong, butcherbird. Be strong for me.`

I felt myself crying. Outwardly, there was no sign of tears streaking down my face, but on the inside, I was heaving with sobs. `Alright.` Sixteen schools, 32 students, and either 30, or 31 dead. So many lives lost. I dispelled away the thoughts as we entered the arena.

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**A/N: **New story! Yay! Will try to update when I have time, which may be a soon as the 22nd. So take your time with this chapter, 'cause it's going to be a while before I publish a new chapter.

If any of you readers want to request a story, PM or review me, and I'll try to write your requests

-Katara Macken


	2. Chapter 2

We were led light animals for slaughter to silver plates, which rose onto the arena. They encircled a pile of weapons and boxes. No Cornucopia, just stuff scattered around. I saw Cato, who mouths `Love you.` I smile, and the klaxon sounds.

Students shot off their plates, some away from everyone, others, towards the supplies. A boy leapt on top of me, pinning me so I faced the sky. `_Be strong for me._` Cato's words rang in my ears. I turned the boy over onto his back, and snapped his neck.

`_No regrets._` I told myself, then threw myself into the bloodshed. A knife vest. I grabbed it, only to see another pair of hands holding the vest. `_No mercy_.` I booted the girl away. The vest was on me in seconds, and the fallen girl had a slit in her throat moments after. Knives. My greatest weapon, a close friend. Armed with knives, I joined Cato, who was hacking away with a sword, to kill of stragglers.

I felt something stir in me. Bloodlust. I saw a girl grasping at the pile. Soon, she was just barely grasping on to her life. A plunge of my knife released it from her pitiful grasp. As she goes slack, another life drains out of a body, as it is impaled by my wicked knives.

Sharp beyond possibility, shining like a knight in armor, deadly as a snake. Swift as an eagle, precise like a laser beam. I watched in utter fascination as the point pierced skin, broke into muscle, drew beads, trickling, even rivers of blood, mesmerized by how it pooled on the ground, around the wound, staining the blade. I relished down the blade glided smoothly across one's throat, silent, deadly. I loved how it felt like a skate blade on ice, smooth, fast, cold. Pain didn't deter me, it surged me on.

I saw a friend from my elementary school. `Clove…` She said in a voice tinged with wonder, relief, and sadness.

I looked her in the eye. `Tina.` I said in a icy voice, then release a dagger. She's dead before she knows it.

And so the killing goes on. I let my cold, cruel, sadistic side I never knew I had, take over, and hid my true self. Student after student fell around me. My victims fell and bowed to my knives, everyone of the kneeling before me, some even down on the ground.

I craved power, I craved killing, I craved blood. And it was terrible.

My greatest fear had come true. I was no longer human, but a heartless, killing machine.

Cato walked over. `You survived the first day.` He said, stating the obvious.

I studied the hands that killed so many. `Yes. And it turned me into a monster.` I growled in indignity.

`Be strong, Clove. No mercy, no regrets.` He reminded me.

`No alliance either?` I pointed out.

Cato nodded. `We're being strong.`

`I'm stronger when you're with me.` I smirked.

He teases me by licking the blood from a gash beside my right eye. Thank god, we had the same blood type.

`What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.` He quoted,

I laughed. `So the only people still alive are those who ran away at the beginning right?`

`Yeah.` Cato dragged the mutilated bodies in a pile, then counted them. Sixteen dead in the first hour.

The ground underneath the bodies open, and the corpses fall into a dark abyss.

No cannon, no anthem, just pictures of the fallen students in the sky. Somewhere, I knew that sixteen families would be bestowed by the news that their son or daughter was dead, and somewhere else, sixteen families rejoice that their child has made it through the first hour. People will find out about what is happening, and the 99% of people in Vancouver who have absolutely no idea that kids are being massacred, will shrink, slowly, until everyone knows of this horror. My friends and family will know that I am in the arena, fighting for my life, as the BBBC sat in a spotless room, controlling the arena, taking notes, all part of an experiment. It infuriated me.

Just then, it began to rain. Thunder rolled around. A gust of wind made the branches of tress sway precariously. Torrents of rain pelted us. Cato whimpered. It was on a day with similar weather, that he saw his father shot to death before his eyes. He was perpetually scarred.

`No tent can help us.` I said, `Be strong, brave out the storm. It can't go on forever. We can survive. We have each other.` I knelt down, and shielded his body with mine. I gritted my teeth as I felt the cold air bite into my skin. Cato bunched up the front of my shirt, clinging onto my body. He tucked his head under my chin, pushed his waist between my thighs, and curled up into a ball, sheltered by my body.

I kissed the top of his head, brushing back his slick, spiky, golden hair. `It'll be all right. I'll protect you.` It wasn't safe out here. Anyone who chose to brave the storm could kill me with their bare hands. But if it would spare Cato, then I was willing to do it for him.

I zipped up the jacket around us, exhaling down the back of his shirt. I knew from the content sounds he was making that it gave him the warmth he needed. He soon fell into a fitful sleep. I smiled, shivering, then wrapped my hands around his back, rested my head against his, and slept out in the open, where the cold winds blew.

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I woke to the sun peeking over the horizon. Cato stirred inside my jacket, and yawned. `Where am I?` He asked groggily. H looked around him. `Oh. The High School Games.`

I unzipped the jacket and let him out. Grunting, I stretched my cramped back. `Storm's over.` There wasn't a single cloud in the sky.

We plodded into the forest. A gurgling brook teeming with fish appeared, a source of food, water, and shelter. The fish finished cooking, and we sat against a tree, eating fish.

`Thanks for covering me last night…` Cato said with a hint of shame in his voice.

`No problem Cato, no need to be ashamed.`

Cato looked away, slightly embarrassed.

I loved teasing him like that.

We walked on. Then I noticed something sticking from behind a bush. I bent down to examine it, and when I realized it was a human hand, I shot backwards. I knifed away the foliage to reveal a body, charred, and the scent of brunt flesh entered my nostrils.

`Our culprit.` Cato said, holding up the metal machete the girl was carrying. `It attracted the lighting, and killed her. The plastic in your vest and your body covering my sword probably saved our lives. I bet at least one other person died of this storm.`

I shivered at the thought of a blackened student, their untimely death carried out by an electric current. I retched up the breakfast of fish, the vomit splattering the burnt out corpse. `I'm a fricking 14 year old 8th grader!` I growled between gasps of air. `Damn the scientists. Turning me into a heartless bastard.`

Cato picked me up from my hands and knees. `Get up. Be strong. We can't stop the Games now, but maybe when we win, maybe. But all we can do for now is survive.`

`But… but…` I started.

Cato lifted my chin up so we looked each other in the eye. `Don't say anything, butcherbird. It'll be better this way.`

I faltered, thinking of something to retort with.

Cato must have sensed it, because he sealed my lips with a searing kiss. I never expected him to be gentle, and this was no exception, so I kissed him back, harder. A shiver ran down my spine as he pushed his hands up the back of my shirt, and I ran mine down his muscular arms. He finally pulled back, and put a finger to my lips, smiling.

I nodded, and smiled back. Grabbing his hand, I ran towards the forest, spurred on by Cato's little bit of knowledge. We could only survive. This was what we could do, and that would be what we would do.

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**A/N: **Finally back from my trip, just in time for Victoria weekend! So, continue reading this story, 'cause I've gotten over my writer's block, and am back to writing. See you soon, readers.

-Katara Macken


	3. Chapter 3

We walked on. Then I noticed something sticking from behind a bush. I bent down to examine it, and when I realized it was a human hand, I shot backwards. I knifed away the foliage to reveal a body, charred, and the scent of brunt flesh entered my nostrils.

`Our culprit.` Cato said, holding up the metal machete the girl was carrying. `It attracted the lighting, and killed her. The plastic in your vest and your body covering my sword probably saved our lives. I bet at least one other person died of this storm.`

I shivered at the thought of a blackened student, their untimely death carried out by an electric current. I retched up the breakfast of fish, the vomit splattering the burnt out corpse. `I'm a fricking 14 year old 8th grader!` I growled between gasps of air. `Damn the scientists. Turning me into a heartless bastard.`

Cato picked me up from my hands and knees. `Get up. Be strong. We can't stop the Games now, but maybe when we win, maybe. But all we can do for now is survive.`

`But… but…` I started.

Cato lifted my chin up so we looked each other in the eye. `Don't say anything, butcherbird. It'll be better this way.`

I faltered, thinking of something to retort with.

Cato must have sensed it, because he sealed my lips with a fierce kiss. I never expected him to be gentle, and this was no exception, so I kissed him back, harder. He pushed his hands up the back of my shirt, as I ran mine down his muscular arms. He finally pulled back, and put a finger to my lips, smiling.

I nodded, and smiled back. Grabbing his hand, I ran towards the forest, spurred on by Cato's little bit of knowledge. We could only survive. This was what we could do, and that would be what we would do.

We soon came across a tent. A small wisp of smoke rose from the doused fire, and the fabric of the tent was wet.

I stabbed my knife through the plastic and cut out a gaping hole to reveal a sleeping student. I knelt beside the boy, said a silent prayer, and slit the boy's throat. `Forgive me.` I whispered as I backtracked out of the tent into Cato's arms.

`Good job butcherbird.` We walked past the tent, and deeper into the forest. I felt my bloodlust returning. I struggled to hold it down, but when we reached a camp with six students, I could restrain myself no longer.

My knives were out in seconds, two students dead in moments. The remaining four consisted of three boys and a girl. The girl cowered behind the wall of boys armed with a dagger, a long stick, and fists. I darted forward.

My knife rang against the other, locking them together. My free hand found a blade in my vest, and I slashed it at the boy, right under his eye. The blood dripped from the gash, and fell to the ground. It seemed as if he was crying blood. It was unnatural, eerie, but then again, so was I. I carved a jagged line down his chest.

He groaned, t-shirt stained with blood, then fell to the ground, dead. The girl screamed as Cato beheaded the stick wielding boy. He moved on to the last boy, and I forced the girl's head up to watch as brutal, bloody Cato disembowels the boy. She hurled, spewing a mouthful of bile out.

I contorted my face in disgust and slit her throat, relishing the warm blood flowing down my hand. The coppery tang reached my nostrils, and the blood glowed over my hands like a crimson glove.

I snapped out of my trance, morbidly horrified. I stood up and spat on the ground, using every word of profanity there was on this earth to curse the moment of bloodlust.

Cato put his arm around me. `S'kay butcherbird. I'm here. We're alive, and in one piece.`

I sank down to my knees, shaking. `Damn it, Cato. The Games has turned me into a monster. A brutal, heartless animal. I may be able to wash the blood of my victims off my hands, but my consciousness will be eternally stained…` I clenched my hands together, `I'm was bloody human, Cato, but now I am nothing but a blasted, soulless killing machine. I can't live like this. This is not who I am.` I turned to look at him, and whispered, `But then… who am I?`

Cato gripped my face tightly. `Listen here butcherbird, you can't let thoughts like that get into your head. Keep your brain in the Games. We have to survive. And the only way to do that is to kill and live.`

I stood up and slapped myself awake. `Eight students lift, six to die.` I said bitterly, and resentfully.

Cato kissed me, gently, taking me by surprise. `Yes. Six deaths till home.`

I smiled against his lips. `I love you, Cato.`

Cato stroked my face. `I love you, Clove.` Then I slipped into a the warm, welcome darkness of sleep.

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I woke up with the world's greatest view of Cato's crotch. My head rested on his lap, my head tilted towards Cato. I adverted my eyes, and stared at the young, peaceful face of a sleeping Cato. My 16 year old boyfriend, threatened with the possibility of death anytime in this arena. Me, a 14 year old girl, turned into a cold, heartless beast, fighting for my life. I looked at the innocent boy who had stolen my heart. `Damn you, Cato, pulling a trick off like that on me…` I thought, eyes drifting back to his crotch. I raised my head from his lap, and woke my sleeping prince with a kiss.

Cato's eyes flew awake, and the fire in them calmed when he realized it was my mouth on his.

He sighed, and let me hold him tight, still pressing our lips together.

`What was that for?` He asked teasingly.

`Only because someone put my head on his lap so when I wake up, I'd get a perfect shot of his crotch.`

Cato stifled a laugh. `Oh, did I?` Cato asked, feigning innocence.

I rolled my eyes. `Who died last night?` I asked.

`The burnt girl, the pack of 6, and another student.`

Just then, a rustling sound went off to the side, and I gripped a knife, holding it out. `Come out. There's no use hiding. I've got a knife in my hand.`

A tall girl slid from the foliage. `Sit down.` I commanded. She sat her butt down on a slab of rock. `Tell us who you are, and what you're doing here.`

`My name is Cindi Kwan from Eisenhower high. I was with the remaining group of students, who set up camp less than half an hour's walk upstream from here. I left yesterday, after I overhead them creating an assassination plot for me. I came here so I could ask if I could join you.`

I watched Cindi suspiciously. `_No alliances.` _Cato's voice rang in my head. I sighed, and fingered the knife. `Then, Cindi, you've come to the wrong place.` In the time it takes an eye to blink, Cindi had a knife in the eye, puncturing deep into her brain. She slumped down to the ground, dead.

`Up the river?` I asked Cato as I cleaned the knife of Cindi's brains.

`Yeah. Up the river.` Five more to die until home.

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I sat on my heels with Cato beside me as we scoped out the camp. Two girls, three boys. The girls and two boys sat inside their tent, the third boy standing guard with a spear.

A spinning knife took off his head, and his head fell to the ground, followed by his severed body.

Just then, a girl came out. `Jake, do you…` She saw the dead boy.

`What the…` Muttered a boy holding a sword.

The bare fisted boy growled. `Damn. Rebecca, Janice, run.` The girls took off, and the boys squared off with us. He grabbed onto my wrists, forcing back my knives. I wrestled him as Cato took on the boy with the sword. I elbowed the boy, and slit his guts open. He struggled to hold his bowels in, cringing at the pain of the fatal wound. I ran after the girls, leaving Cato to battle it out with the boy. A girl, the slower one, fell victim to a knife through the back of her head. I football tackled the last girl, and gripped her neck tight. I jerked my hands, listening to the sweet sound of a snapping neck. The death of the last girl.

I ran back to Cato, only to see him slumped against a tree. `Cato!` I screamed, and skidded to a stop beside his body.

Cato groaned and shook his head. `Bastard cut me, and ran.` There was a slash from his right shoulder down to his left hip, decorating his chest like a crimson bandolier.

I tore his shirt off, tying a bandaged around the wound. Within minutes, it was soaked. I cut my pant legs off at the knee, turning them into bandages. I ripped off my shirt, and tied down the bandages.

I scooped up Cato in my arms, his blood staining the front of my white tank top. I carried him to the plain, and set him down. `The last boy will have to come here. We can wait.`

`Thanks Clove.` Cato pulled me down, and kissed me full in the lips.

Just then, the boy crashed out of the woods. `Stay here. I'll deal with him.` I whispered to Cato.

`Be strong, be careful. Butcherbird.` He whispered back, then let me go.

I faced the boy. He was a mess. He had dried blood covering over his right eye, and his left ear was torn off. Blood, sweat, and dirt caked over his clothes, wounds all over his limbs, eyes wide and bloodshot, his hands gripping the chipped sword so hard his knuckles were white. His salivating mouth reeked of decaying flesh, his throat producing nothing but animal sounds. He was no longer sane, but a mindless beast.

I swung a knife at him, but somehow, the wreck of a boy blocks the attack. He swings the sword in a reverse sweep, and the flat of the blade catches me full in the face. I stumbled back, as he cut open my right thigh.

Searing pain lanced through my body, and I dropped to my knees. The boy brought down the blade with an intent to cleave my head in half. I crossed the hilts of my knives, and winced as the impact of the sword and the crossed hilts jarred me. He dislodged the sword, and make a deep, long gash in my shoulder.

My left arm dropped, screaming in pain. The boy raised the sword, preparing for the final strike. I could hear Cato screaming my name. I brought my knife up to block the attack. The heavy sword smashed into the knife blade, and the smaller of the two snapped.

The blade buried itself into the boy's stomach, and the point of his sword dropped to the ground. Blood flowed profusely out. He muttered something unintelligible, then fell backwards onto the knife that had fallen from my left hand. He started to convulse. After his spasms diminished, I saw a thin trickle of blood run from the corner of his mouth. And for the last few seconds of his short life, the boy's eyes regained sanity, Then they clouded over, yielding to death.

Cato crawled over, and looked at the silenced boy's face. `His eyes… They're beautiful…`

`It doesn't matter if they're dead.` I answered, clutching my shoulder. Cato's wound had opened again, his bandages soaked. My tank top was stained red, the knife vest torn to shreds. I saw the ground in front of us open, and the wretched scientists come out. I held Cato's hand in mine, looking straight at the men. Then I blacked out.


	4. Chapter 4

I awoke in a stark, white room. A pile of tapes sat beside the mattress I lay on. I was dressed in the same way that I was in the arena, black t-shirt, khaki green pants, waterproof jacket, my hair tied back into a ponytail. For some reason though, these were brand new, unlike the set I wore at the arena, which was torn, bloodied, and caked in mud. The black runners had never molded to my feet, and felt uncomfortable against my soles.

I tried to sit up, and was thrown back down by a wave of excruciating pain. My shoulder and thigh wound had been stitched up, and I had a nasty scar running across my nose. A small video-player sat across the room, and I popped in a tape labelled `G1 #1`. Then I realized what the label meant. G1 for `Games #1`, and #_ for the tape numbers.

I watched, riveted to the screen, every tape. Every step, slash, and stab. When the last tape ejected out, a door, I didn't even know was there, opened. I stepped out into a long corridor, and in front of a door labelled `Cato`.

I slid open the door to see Cato ejecting a tape out of the VCR player. He swivelled around when he heard me come in. His mood lightened considerably when he saw me. `Hey, butcherbird.`

I sit down beside Cato, and he clasp my hands in his. `We did it. We survived. We're alive.` He says softly.

I point to the tapes. `I've had enough killing for a lifetime.`

Just then, McLin steps into the room. `Hello survivors, you did a mighty good job in the arena, and you came out alive. Very impressive.`

Cato scowled, and I studied the face of the man, who had ordered the death of 30 high school students, with contempt. McLin names note of my response on a clipboard. `Hm… Interesting. Anyways, the tapes are yours to keep. You have an hour before we ship you out. See ya!` He said in a sarcastic voice.

Cato leapt up. `You killed them. The students. You killed them in cold blood. You murdered them!` He yelled the last words.

`No. They sacrificed their lives for research.` McLin's gaze turned to ice.

`Liar! The Games were unnecessary, the deaths were unnecessary, the entire fricking `experiment` was unnecessary! You killed them! Bastard!` Cato spat out the last word.

McLin frowned. `Know your place Cato.` Then he left.

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We went back to our lives, that we no longer the same. Cato and I were scarred for life, both physically, and mentally. I would always have a scar beside my right eye where a boy stabbed me. I would have dreams of the people I killed, flashbacks of the arena and my bloodlust. Cato had them too. He had slash marks over his forearms, and a deep scar over his abs. Often, he would wake up in the night, screaming, sweating, and sometimes, even calling my name. But what affected us most, was our emotions. We were no longer just boyfriend and girlfriend, we were literally soul mates. He was the only person I could talk to about the horrors of the arena, and for Cato, I was the only one who understood. We had gone through the Games together, and pulled through thick and thin. And so, when it came time, we got married. Now we were burdened with a ten-year-old girl named Cindi, named after the girl I killed in hopes that if I raise the child well that I would make up for the murder.

One day, while Cindi was sitting on my lap, she stroked my scar. `Mommy, what happened there?` She asked.

I sighed warily. `Cindi, it's about time you learn about The High School Games.`

And so, I wrote my story, and my hope is, if every person who reads this tells at least two of their friends about it, then my story will be revealed, and maybe, just maybe, the fallen students will finally rest in peace.

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**A/N: **Dear readers, I am filled with regret to bring you this news, this story has come to a close. Okay, maybe I should put off the formal stuff here, but yes, it's kind of sad that the story's over. R&R please, and keep in touch with me, 'cause I'll try to publish new stories, and hopefully, they'll be better than this one :)

-Katara Macken


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